Grindr Gold (Patreon)

So I saw this story rewrite by Rozza at tumblr of a story called Tinder Gold, and thought it felt like it could be cleaned up a bit. I talked to him about it, and he told me it was a mishmash because he was rewriting a story with both his own ideas and some ideas from a reader.  I decided to try to make a more streamlined version, without looking at the original Rozza based the story on.

Rozza version 

 “Fuck, why don’t you guys respond!” Tom moaned as he fell back into his bed. Another guy had just gone and ghosted him it was the sixth one this week. Tom was pissed and confused at why he was failing with so many guys. It was true that he didn’t have good looks, his face had acne, his brown hair was a greasy mess, his stubby beard was all over the place, and his body wasn’t jacked like most. But what he did have was a strong personality filled with kindness for others and incredible intelligence. These should be able to make up for his looks or was it that no one could love someone who wasn’t to their beauty standards.
Tom went back to his phone and looked over his bio and pics, maybe he could change it and that would make him look better, or it could be a waste of time. All the guys wanted was cheap sex with their dreams and that was it.

Tom saw at the bottom a flashing banner for Tindr Gold, Tom thought it was probably a scam, but he had been so unlucky recently. He pondered for a sec, it cost a couple of dollars, so why not try it. Maybe it could actually work and he could go on some dates.

He tapped his screen to pay, bringing up the terms of conditions.
‘Who reads those stupid things’ he thought before finalising his payment. He made his decision ad tapped and waited to see what would happen. He looked impatiently as nothing happened, everything was the same. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door and Tom jumped up to go and see who it was.
He opened the door and a handsome twink walked in. He was wearing some gold shorts and trendy shoes, no top so he could show off his body. His body was fit with very small muscle in places and abs that barely showed. His skin was beautifully tanned and smooth, like the rest of him had been perfected with many products. His face had been cleansed of any impurities and facial hair, while his golden-brown hair had been gelled up into a neat quiff.
Tom was very aroused to the twink who now looked around the apartment before turning to Tom.

“I am Tinder Gold, professional dater and dating expert and I am here to help you! I assume you are Tom, the one in need of my help ” He asked abruptly. Tom was speechless, he though Tindr Gold was a scam, not this.

“Well yeah, are you some kind of dating coach? are you gonna get me laid?”
“Of course, I am Tinder Gold and I never disappoint,”

“Awesome, so what’s first?”

“Well firstly, no one wants some post-college graduate, they want a freshly minted fuckboi…" 

Did he just say fuckboi? No way was Tom was going to be like one of those dumbasses, who just existed to get laid. But before he could object Tinder began waving his hands. Tom became dizzy and distorted as energy waves from golds hands flew into Tom. His skin vibrated, turning back years. His fat mostly melted away, leaving a little around his stomach from laziness. The hair on his chest receding back into his skin, softening out his pecs. The hair on his legs receded as well but remained spread out for his age. The lines and bags on his face caused by all the stress of college faded from him. His age had gone from being mid-twenties to looking a youthful 18 years old.  

"What the fuck! This isn’t what I wanted! I look like a dumb teenager!” Tom shouted as he saw his younger self reflected on his phone screen.
“Relax, this is the first step to getting you laid. Now we gonna get you yeeted up…” without waiting for a response Tinder started massaging Tom’s arms, infusing them with the same energy. Tom laid back as all he could do was relax in Tinder’s hands. Gold moved his hands carefully across the entire surface of Tom’s skin, everywhere his hands went hair disappeared. After finishing with his arms, he moved to his chest and then finishing with his legs, removing any stray patches of hair.  Once he was done, the only hair left was around his dick, ankles and his pits. Gold focused harder now, causing his hands to vibrate and made a second pass. This time as they swept across Tom’s body they instilled a golden tan with a touch of Italian olive as he rewrote his genetics to make him the perfect Italian-American fuckboy. His hands swept through the mess of Tom’s hair, changing it from its dirty brown into a lighter, crisper brown. Gold continued his Fuckboyification of Tom, now focusing on his face, cleansing it of impurities and perfecting his features. Tom’s nose and mouth shrunk, though his lips grew, and eyes turned brown. Gold poked Tom’s nipples causing them to darken and grow slightly. Golds hands then pushed the energy down Tom, darkening the hairs on his dick and ankles. Tom was now a perfect Italian shade from face to feet.

“One more thing to make you family!” Gold stepped back and framed his hands sideways as if to take an invisible picture. Then he quickly slammed his hands together. To Tom, it felt like a hammer had fallen on him; all of a sudden he was being compressed - his height fell from 6 foot down to a modest 5'7. His limbs sucked in to meet his new height, feet and hands dwindling down as well. His massive size 11 feet shrank to a cute size 8 and his hands became smaller with stubbier fingers. His loss of height and lack of hair combined to make him look boyish.  How on earth was any of this going to get him laid? Gold smiled, sensing his scepticism.

“Patience fam, the best is on the way!” Gold took one hand and placed it on Tom’s temple and with the other grabbed his small package.

“Wait what are you…. ohhh…” Tom moaned as his muscles slacked and resistance faded. He could feel a strange suction as if his brains were being sucked out through Gold and drawn into his stirring dick. The sensation scared him but it was also too pleasurable to fight. Tom’s hair began to change, his sides faded down so you could see his skin, while the hair on the top also shortened, before gelling off to the side neat like Gold’s. Tom’s pecs remained small but the remaining fat converted into muscle giving him a toned look. His arms swelled with strength and pudgy stomach shrank into a faint but hard six-pack. At the same time, his small dick began to grow, gaining inches as his brain shrank. His facial features became more pointed, eyes darkening with hunger and lust in them and his mouth curled into a pouty smile with his lips puffing up into a pseudo duck shape. 

Old Tom would be embarrassed at him now, but Tommy was swimming in horniness, as he began to lust for boys and sex. Any knowledge he had gained and dreams of careers faded and disappeared into his new massive shlong of Italian meat and were replaced with a desire for screwing every boy in town. Gold sensed his fantasies and his smile transformed into a grin.

“One last thing to make you a proper family fuckboy!” Gold said as his energies forced themselves into Tommy one last time. The images of boys and pounding their arses began dissolving and spinning like a washing machine. The boys formed from young twinks, jocks and bears into different kinds of hot babes. Pounding men’s buttholes with his massive meat, became repulsive. Tommy was defenceless, who could only smile as his homosexuality was drained down into his balls, growing them into the size of tennis balls. Tommy became hypnotised by swinging boobs and tits, fitting his Italian meat into pussy and seeding every pretty girl he saw with his new fuckboy cum.
Two shiny studs pierced his ears, glistening in the sunlight. Bracelets appeared on his wrists. One with a cross that said god is great. Gotta be a saint in the streets to be a sinner in the sheets. As his dick continued to grow, nearing 10 inches hard his tight underwear changed into a loose pair of golden shorts, just like Gold’s. 

“Ahhhhhhhh fuck boooooooooi!” Tommy gold screamed in his soft yet compelling voice as he came all over his walls. Posters of video games vanished, replaced by posters of girls, cars and rappers or singers. Yeah, his new idols and interests. His computer shrank and changed into a worn-out basketball and books evaporated, replaced with sports and playboy magazines.

“It’s lit fam!”

“Fuck yeah it’s lit! Thanks for buying Tindr Gold boy, get out there and get some ass and pussy. But remember you work for us now.” A new app feature appeared on his Tindr showing a map of all Tindr Gold users.
“If anyone in your area buys Tindr Gold it’s your job to make sure they get laid,” Tommy grinned at his new 'brother’ eager to get his new Italian sausage wet and make some losers into hot fuckboys like him, the family was gonna grow…

Original version

(I got them like this, and can't be bothered to transcribe/OCR them into text)